The Ulster County Fair, that is. Mopsy had the brilliant idea of driving up to the Catskills to spend a few hours checking out the crafts. I haven’t been to a big country-style craft fair in forever. Maybe since my mother, sister and I chanced upon one while on a Vermont vacation a thousand years ago, the summer before I started college … or what it the summer before the senior year in high school? Hmm … in any case, much too long.
There were jewelry-makers, stained glass artist, carvers, soap makers, candle-dippers, painters, quilters, knitters, sculptors, seamstresses, honey and syrup sellers, a fudge man, a bead man … oh, I’m forgetting about a hundred things. Yes, like the wacky guy with the marshmallow shooter. And the dotty-seeming English lady with the découpage boxes, tissue box covers and garbage cans. There was a lovely man making careful, delicate pictures and cards in a technique I’ve never seen before and didn’t really understand. He didn’t mind me standing over his shoulder to watch while he worked, and let me take his picture, too He’s making the panda you see in the upper right corner of the second pic:
These are made of wire mesh. This artist was one of the first I saw when we arrived. The man who made them also had lots of carefully-rendered women, too. (Yes, yes, they were nudes … but what else would they be? How weird and boring it would have been to look at wire mesh renderings of clothes!) And he was making them by hand, which I continue to marvel at.
And then, of course, there was the fair food! Fried dough, Italian sausages, fresh lemonade, steak and onion subs, kettle corn, homemade ice cream … and … Thai food. Oh, the times, they are a-changin’ I guess!
Best find of the day:the jar of Hot Pepper Honey.
Oh.My.Great.Goodness! This stuff is so good! And it meant we got to listen to the too-earnest-and-into-his-honey young man who sold us on the stuff (Mopsy got the Garlic Honey) and blessed us when we walked away. Fortunately, they’re online, so I won’t have to freak out when I start to run low on my spicy honey. They’re in Pennsylvania, and I certainly wouldn’t mind a road trip to find them, but ordering from their site is just so much easier. As our sales-lad said, “It’s 911 honey dot com. For all your honey emergencies.”
Honey emergencies. Yeah. Think I’m having one now. Excuse me while I go dip a pretzel!